He endures the flick of water with a slight wrinkling of the nose, wiping the droplets off with his sleeve.

As he's about to respond to Hythlodaeus' comment, the man pulls off their shirt without any hesitation or preamble whatsoever. Hades stands there, mouth slightly open, staring. He's quick to shake himself and scowl, turning away to check that no-one else is around to see.

"You idiot. Why would you bare yourself so readily? Would that I could produce a towel..."

Well, technically he could, but there's a dearth of convenient wool or cotton lying about. Unless...

Sighing, he turns back and gestures impatiently for the shirt. "Give that here."